I used to get into a lot of fights as a kid, but haven't been in one in years.
I can say I've never lost one, though. That's cool. The majority were basically ties because they were broken up before anyone gained an advantage or whatever, but I've never straight out lost one.
A few of my more memorable fight moments:
- basically hip tossing a 14/15 year old kid when I was about 10, despite the kid being twice my size. I was very angry for some reason and followed it up by climbing on top of him and pulling my arm back ready to hit, but regained my cool before doing anything more.
- getting punched in the eye during a fight with a casual friend and it both not hurting at all and him breaking his finger in the process. It helped my bizarre pain loving reputation I had at the age of 13.
- choking a bully of mine into a panic. He was harassing me and I had had enough so I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed, he returned the favor but let go after a few seconds. I regained my cool and let go. He got in my face being all "choke me again! do it!". This time I brushed him off, he stormed away, and never messed with me again.
I think I could be a lot better of a fighter if I didn't lose my rage so quickly and if I just had more fine tuned skill rather than strictly dirty brawling. I have a high pain tolerance and am good at using my short lived rage to overwhelm people, I just need some direction.
The closest thing to losing a fight I've experienced are two things:
- when a friend of mine and me were doing a shoot submission match. I almost had him time and time again but he got the rope break. When we decided the bout was going too long (already about forty minutes at this point), we decided to remove two of the four rope break points and he got lucky. I forgot that one of them was removed after he put me in a hold (a dragon sleeper, I believe) and after reaching it, I realized my mistake but was too far to reach any of the good ropes so I had to submit because I wasn't going to be able to get there in my position.
- when I was "jumped out" of a gang I was in at about 11. It wasn't a serious gang. Just really me and a couple friends getting together to vandalize things and all that. I wasn't jumped in because I was a co-founder with the other kid (who was a serious bad kid and whose brother was a legit gang banger). It wasn't even really a fight since I had just decided to stop being in it and was simply trying to walk away and go home. So I'd get clobbered, get up and start to walk, get clobbered, etc until the fourteen year old mentioned from earlier was able to stop the beating and give me time to walk away.
Edit:
Jesus. I was a fucked up kid.
